Just deep depression.
stuck in a deep rut
There is no joy, no fun, not even a little bit.
There is no drive- how can one have drive in a system designed to keep you down?
Being born poor is like being handed a canoe with a giant hole in the middle, sinking, with NO oars.
I actually managed to get to “land” despite all that. only to get knocked off into the ocean again. This time without even a broken canoe.
Just me, no canoe, no oars, no life vest, and no one there to throw me one of those floaty donut things.
I’m […]
